Brandon hurriedly scurried away upon realizing the fireball upon him.
But as soon as he did, another bolt of lightning was on its way.
Kracka! Kracka!
A myriad of attacks, consisting of flames and lightning were hurled towards him in rapid succession.
They seemed endless.
For that reason, Brandon surmised it correlated to Delton's zone.
Most probably, his zone allowed him to unleash a barrage of magic, completely disregarding the complexities of conducting a magic circle.
However, Brandon could do just the same.
Without a Zone at that.
At that moment, while swiftly dodging the sparks of magic, Brandon muttered.
"Phantasm."
Fog began to fill the room gradually, its monochromatic colors seeped in, obscuring the vicinity.
"Woah."
"What kind of affinity is this?"
Mixed reactions occurred from the cadets' present. A blend of awe and perplexion, trying to peer into Brandon's peculiar skill.
